I seemed to have dropped something

You notice the thick curves before anything else — the kind that make your breath catch mid-thought.

You watch as that position holds your attention hostage, every angle demanding a second look. You feel something pull low in your stomach, a slow heat spreading outward. You can't look away from the way those hips arch upward, generous and deliberate, filling your vision completely.

You already know what getting closer would feel like. You'd run both hands along that PAWG silhouette and lose yourself entirely. You want to be the one who helps find whatever was dropped.